Above Outer Sect City, the Heaven Sword Daoist stood motionless atop a colossal sword of white light. The autumn wind stirred his robes, white hair, and white beard, giving him an otherworldly air, as though he might ascend into immortality at any moment.
Disciples stood atop every roof in the city. There were not only Taixuan Sect disciples, but also cultivators from other sects and Aristocratic Clans, all wanting to see who was the foremost swordsman of the age!
Rolling dark clouds surged in from the horizon, swiftly covering the entire city and making the atmosphere even tenser. No one dared speak loudly; they could only whisper among themselves.
Wu Jue stood on a rooftop, facing the wind.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, forcing him to circulate his power to keep his hair from obscuring his eyes.
"What a powerful presence. He truly is an Immortal."
"Why hasn't Sword Venerable Fudao appeared yet?"
"This battle cannot be avoided. The Tianwei prince has bullied us right to our doorstep!"
"Don't worry, the Sword Venerable will certainly come. When the Sword Madman of Great Yu came to challenge him before, he had to wait as well."
"What's the rush? A good show needs time to brew!"
Listening to the discussions around him, Wu Jue's eyes brimmed with longing. He wondered when he would be able to command such majesty.
One day, he too would have such a battle beneath the eyes of countless spectators against one of the strongest figures in the world!
He hoped his opponent would be Sword Venerable Fudao.
Rumble—
The dark clouds suddenly shifted. Thunder erupted, and a vast heavenly might descended, enveloping Outer Sect City.
"He's here," Old Ancestor Xuanquan said softly, prompting those nearby to look up. An Hao was especially excited, his fists clenched